I open a restaurant in Xiujie

a few days later.

The sky is bright and the breeze is gentle. It is a good day that makes people feel comfortable.

The East District sent a special convoy to send Yu Xiaotan and several other top-ranked spirit chefs to Central City.BMW car, there are spiritual meals on the road, and the roads are all beautiful places. The spiritual chefs are very satisfied, and they are full of praise for the arrangement in the East District.

Only Yu Xiaotan leaned against the window of the carriage along the way, watching the breeze blowing outside and the thin curtains fluttering, looking like he was wandering away.

Old man Zhao, who was the oldest, came over and smiled kindly at Yu Xiaotan: "Young man, you look so out of your mind, but are you missing someone?"

Yu Xiaotan was stunned for a moment, and the bases of his ears were quickly stained with red: "Is it that obvious?"

"Haha, don't be shy," old man Zhao stroked his white hair, "Don't look at me as an old man now, when I was young, I was also the most handsome cook in ten miles and eight towns. Eat a bowl of braised noodles in the store..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered Yu Xiaotan's bowl of noodles that shocked everyone at the Lingding Conference, and his eyes lit up slightly: "Young man, I remember that you are best at pastries, why don't we have a chat?"

"Okay," Yu Xiaotan nodded, "But old man, I'm actually not the best at pastry."

Old man Zhao laughed loudly: "Humble, too modest, you have already seen me before..."

Then he heard Yu Xiaotan say blushingly: "I am good at all cuisines."

The second half of the old man Zhao's sentence got stuck in his throat: "... Huh?"

What do you mean, not self-effacing?

Seeing Yu Xiaotan's serious expression, the smile on Zhao's old man's face gradually disappeared, and his expression was slightly displeased: "Young man, don't talk too much."

"I admit that the bowl of noodles you served at the Lingding Conference is a masterpiece, and I am ashamed of myself, but cooking is a profound knowledge, and there are countless branches in it. Manpower is limited, and I have studied it for decades , it’s just a good dish, if you say that you are good at all cuisines, it’s definitely a ridiculous joke..."

Old man Zhao babbled on and on and on and on as soon as the chatter box was opened.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaotan felt a little headache and sighed helplessly.

"Mr., how about this? If you are idle on the road, you are idle. How about we come and learn about cooking skills?"

After saying that, Yu Xiaotan turned around and waved to the other spirit chefs who were watching from a distance in the carriage with curious eyes: "Why don't you all join us?"

"Just choose the cuisine you are good at, and treat it as a special exchange meeting."

The rest of the spirit chefs responded immediately: "Okay!"

It is said that peers are inferior to each other, and it is the same in the Lingchu business. Several people in the same industry heard about Yu Xiaotan's performance at the Spirit Cauldron Conference. Apart from admiration, they were also faintly suspicious.

Noodles so delicious that the judges almost beat them up?

Really... so delicious?

Their gazes fell on Yu Xiaotan's too young face, and the spirit chefs were eagerly gearing up - finally, they had the opportunity to experience this person's cooking skills up close.

This time, it's not about playing casually, but about PKing with the opponent in the field that you are good at.

No matter how good this kid is, he can't really be proficient in all cuisines, right?

……

The carriage rattled and drove across the avenue.

There was a row of people sitting on the roof of the car with dull expressions and blank eyes.

"...I'm so stupid, really. I only know that he cooks noodles well, but I don't know that he cooks dishes so perfectly. His hands are as if kissed by a chef. His stir-fry movements are as graceful as flowing water, I watched and watched, but before I saw enough, the dish was served, and I lost..."

The person next to him was also about to cry without tears, and covered his face with his hands: "Don't mention it, cooking is the basic skill of a spirit chef, and dessert is a niche cuisine. Why is his hand so dexterous, he can draw a beautiful shape with just a few picks?" Milk flowers, and the combination of various ingredients is simply amazing, I never thought that desserts can be treated like this.”

"...You still say?"

The old man Zhao stood facing the wind, with two lines of old tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and the setting sun was reflected in the cloudy pupils: "I have been studying Babao duck for more than ten years. , who knew ducks could be stewed with fruit?"

"What's that yellow fruit in his hand called... lemon?"

"It's sour and sour, the old man couldn't help but spit it out after taking a bite. Who would have thought that it would be so damn delicious when used to stew duck soup..."

"My God, this old man has been in the kitchen for decades, and he has never suffered such a fiasco in the field he is good at! Old man, this old man is dead!"

Old man Zhao became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice gradually choked.

His sadness infected the people around him, and the whole carriage was filled with howls of ghosts and wolves: "Yeah, I can't even compare to the field I am best at. What face do I have to go to Central City?"

"I've really lived in a dog's belly all these years!"

"God, I beg you to accept your supernatural powers, where did such a little monster pop out!"

"..."

In the carriage, Yu Xiaotan, who watched everything happen, couldn't laugh or cry.

"Is it so serious?"

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, got up and raised the curtain on the carriage, and smiled apologetically at the spiritual chefs who were sitting in rows outside and cursing God.

"After so long communication, everyone is tired, right? I made some horseshoe cake, do you want to try it?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone outside the carriage turned their heads.

The old man Zhao reacted quickly, his mournful face "swish" away, he jumped into the carriage nimbly, and raised his right hand: "I want it!"

The rest of the spirit chefs: "..."

"Fuck you old man, you cry worse than anyone else, and you surrender to the enemy faster than anyone else! So what, Chef Yu, I want it too!"

"Give it to me, I want to taste it too!"

"Don't grab it! Give it a go, I want it too!"

Amidst the commotion, Yu Xiaotan bent his lips, put the translucent horseshoe cake on a plate, and distributed it to everyone.

The pastry is still warm, the tea yellow color is like the bright sunshine, the surface is delicate and soft, it is soft, slippery, soft and springy, and the sweet smell is flying all the way.

Everyone shared a small plate, and all sat by the window to enjoy the breeze, and ate a piece of sweet and refreshing, soft and tender water chestnut cake. The sweet taste melted in the mouth. A little bit of discord is also dissipated in the aroma of food.

No matter when and where, food is always the first choice to get closer.

After eating delicious food, the distance between the group of people became much closer, and they started talking and laughing again.Someone pointed to the distance and said, "See that gray line? That's Central City."

Another person next to him stuffed his mouth full of pastries, nudged him with his elbow, and asked vaguely, "How do you know, have you been there?"

"I haven't been there before," the man shook his head, deeply moved, "I just passed by outside the city many years ago, and saw the tranquility and peace in the city, with the flags flying high above the city, and I have always yearned for it."

"I heard that there is a Zhaixing Pavilion in the city, where the final winner of the Lingding Conference can leave a portrait. I really hope that I will have such a day."

With sharp ears, Yu Xiaotan immediately turned around and asked, "Zhaixing Pavilion?"

Old man Zhao nodded at the side, and said in surprise: "Yes, don't you know?"

"The Zhaixing Pavilion in the central city is the closest to the sky. It is said that the chef fairy once fought against the Heavenly Dao here. Over the years, people have always said that the Kitchen Immortal is not dead, but is hiding in the Zhaixing Pavilion, and is launching a protracted war with the Heavenly Dao. Tug of war."

When he heard that the kitchen fairy was not dead, Yu Xiaotan suddenly became interested.

He put down the plate, patted the pastry residue on his fingertips, sat down next to old man Zhao, blinked his beautiful and serious eyes: "Can you tell me carefully?"

"This..." Mr. Zhao scratched his head, "Actually, there's nothing to talk about, it's all just a legend."

"However, I have heard that the final test of the Spirit Cauldron Conference is related to the Immortal Cook and the Zhaixing Pavilion. Only those who are approved by the Immortal Cook can become the real top names in the Spirit Cauldron Conference."

Is that so... Yu Xiaotan nodded.

Zhaixing Pavilion, right? Write it down in the notebook, he is going to visit this place.

Over there, Mr. Zhao chatted a few words about Central City, then suddenly changed the subject, and smiled at Yu Xiaotan: "Old man, can you still listen to what I'm saying now?"

Yu Xiaotan froze for a moment: "Huh?"

Someone next to him asked curiously, "Why don't you listen?"

Old man Zhao showed a gossipy smirk: "Because... I know the old man, what he cares about now is whether the carriages from other districts have arrived in the Central City, and whether there are his hearts, lovers, and people in the carriages."

As soon as the words "Sweetheart" landed, it was like boiling oil into water, all the spirit chefs screamed, and the carriage danced like a group of demons.

Yu Xiaotan's cheeks flushed red, and his ears felt hot from being teased.

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the carriage slowly drove into the city.

……

The central city is not big, but although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

Yu Xiaotan and his party were placed in a post station in the east of the city. The post station was quite exquisitely decorated, with blooming bouquets in the corner, and bursts of fragrance wafted through the room, making it warm and full of warmth.

After putting down his luggage, Yu Xiaotan couldn't help running out of the shop.

The fellow spirit chefs covered their mouths and sniggered while showing Yu Xiaotan the way.

After leaving the store and turning a few turns on the street, Yu Xiaotan saw a tall two-story building in front of Yu Xiaotan's eyes.

It was a tavern, with flags fluttering in front of the door, and the faint scent of wine wafting from inside the tavern.

The closer he got, the more Yu Xiaotan felt his heart beating non-stop, and it seemed like a fire was stuffed in his chest, which was so hot that it wanted to burn him.

Especially when he walked in the door, he saw a slender figure in white clothes not far away, standing by the doorpost and gently stroking the bouquet in the corner.

The longing for many days gathered into a river, and quietly broke the embankment in his heart.